Easing Into Dawn

Easing into dawn: 

I love the word surrender, how, for me, it implies finally letting go of my own internal conflict and then acknowledging God's presence in my mind. Yet the term is not used once in A Course in Miracles and I can fully understand why, with no wish to even hint that such a battle is even possible real. So really, as a loving friend suggested to me, it's really a letting go into that wish has always been present, patiently waiting only for my soft sigh of recognition. My battle has long been over, in truth, I do realize it was an entirely illusory conflict - ah, but those battle, imaginary or otherwise...

I'm just so grateful I survived. 

of course the script was written, there's never a doubt within the mind of God. So surrendering, or letting go, really, just terms of my awakening. It's always been here, God's will and not mine. The night never truly gives way to the coming daylight...

it simply eases into dawn,

seamlessly.

as if the light has always been present.

and it's time to now awaken. 

~

I love you, Eric

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But It Took Awhile

 

But it took awhile: 

this morning, according to my weather app, sunrise is at 5:41 a.m, and at least for another week or so, it will continue trending earlier, as it has for several months now. Soon though, the trend reverses and we'll lose just a few minutes each day to a darker morning. I've looked forward to these light-filled mornings all through winter, keeping track of dawn's arrival, eager for my first glimpse of a favored sunrise. I'm enjoying these last few weeks of early light, soaking up the healthy benefits of those early morning rays, and at the same time remembering that so very soon I'll be letting go...

darker mornings are once more just ahead.

and I'm perfectly fine with the slight sadness this surrender, feeling in stride with the cycle of dawn's gain and loss of light, and more so, eager to again embrace the mystery of those darker mornings. That's the paradox here, holding those opposing emotional views without any apparent contradictions within, simply accepting, accepting, and accepting. 

always. 

but it took awhile to arrive here, really, a lifetime to reach this point. 

and now, 

I just smile at all, how I once struggled to hold on to every inch of light, afraid of the soft approach of darkness and how it sneak it's way towards me. I'm unafraid of my own contradictions, that I can be the very source of light as well as a shadow event playing through my life. 

I've reach the point where everything's allowed...and amazingly, smiling now...

seeing that it always was,

all along the way. 

~

Peace, Eric

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Earliest

Earliest: 

sunrise is earliest of the year now, growing earlier still for another few weeks before the trend reverses in its order. So I have just a little time to bask within this morning light, capturing moments of its subtle beauty with a photograph or two, but mostly, simply appreciative for the warmer reach of sun and the opportunity to be witness to the dawn. 

of course this happens all through the year, sunrise is never absent.

but seeking solitude, a more quiet time in nature, my morning walks are usually cloaked in the dark, with only the briefest stretch through a certain time of year do I actually find myself in early light. So this is a cherished time of year for me, and I greet the sunrise as a participant, feeling as if the months of walking in the dark have prepared for this show of morning colors and a brighter world. 

and then slowly,

 the curve of time again begins to offer darkness. 

and it feels like the morning light has readied for this as well, that fully charged by the display of dawn it's now time to retreat to the trend of nature and continue walking through the coming seasons, whatever it is they might hold for me each morning.

yet, from the briefest stretch of earliest dawn...

I carry this light within. 

~

Peace, Eric 

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Ever Closer

Ever closer:

slowly, slowly, I make my way towards sunlight, or really, it's the dawn that travels ever closer to me, with each morning a slight increment of light gained. Throughout winter I've walked in near darkeness, being several hours before the first hint of dawn. As spring approached the cycle of light began to lean in my direction, barely noticable at first, but eventually gaining momentum to reach me. I'm now walking in a lighter shade of morning, not yet true dawn, but ever closer to its arrival. 

my morning hours just a bit brighter. 

most truly though, I love every expression of early morning, darkness and light both belonging to the start of my day. In yogic terms this the hour of Brahma, not really a measure of time, but a quality of light that has a certain magic to it, the quietness of a new beginning, a time of prayer and self-reflection. In winter I bundle up and brace myself for the cold, almost always a sharp wind cuutting through each layer. This is the season of endurance, bearing whatever the weather offers and accepting myself in darkness. There's a price to be paid for walking in winter and I'm willing to endure it. 

eventually, I know...

the light of dawn comes ever closer.

It's almost here now, arrivning in first hint midway through my walk and coming into full display just as I near home. Soon, I'll step outside to true dawn, greeted by light as I begin walking. That promise is still some time away right now, perhaps a month or so, and then after, ever closer, darkness gains in its advantage. It's how things world. 

being the lesson of these early hours.

~

Peace, Eric 

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Hours of God

Hours of God: 

and so arrives the hours of God, Brahma Muhurta, a period of existing as a window of time just before dawn and then briefly after the sun first appears. It's from here that the mysteries of the cosmos calls to us, daring us to awaken and experience our true potentiality. This is where our greatest ideas happen, inspiration appears unbidden, and we are gifted with a deep silence in which we hear the whispered voice of God and secrets of creation are revealed. 

I wouldn't miss it for the world. 

and in fact I wake early to prepare for its arrival, giving some time for cleansing breathwork, meditation, and several rounds of sun salutation as a fully body stretch of prayer. I want to be ready for the very first whisper heard, at be at my desk when inspiration comes with a gift of words. As well, I wish to experience this time in nature, finishing my writing and heading out the door no matter what the weather might offer. It's all sacred during this period, in these hours of God, everything feels so truly gifted and I'm eager to show my appreciation by experiencing it all. 

these are the hours of God,

but only for those who wake early for their arrival.

and surrender to their mystery. 

~

Peace, Eric  

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